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Dandelion Down 

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Small Flowerpot 

By 

DORIN DALLAS 


Illustrations by 

SADAO MIZUNO 



1923 

THE STRATFORD COMPANY, Publishers 
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS 








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Copyright, 1923 

The STRATFORD CO., Publishers 
Boston, Mass. 


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The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A. 


JAN 31 '23 


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Far away over the rolling blue sea 

Lies a dream-strange land for you and me. 

But Dandelion Down and Small Flowerpot 
Think our ways are strange and their ways are not. 


Page One 


How would you like to have for a name 
‘Dandelion Down’ instead of Betty or Jane? 
How would you like if you were a boy 
‘Small Flowerpot* instead of Thomas or Roy? 


Page Two 


How would you like to sleep on the floor 
On mats and rugs? And instead of a door 
Made of wood, have screens that slide to and fro! 
And walls of white paper! Would you like it so? 


Page Three 


In Dandelion’s garden there lived a goldfish. 

His home was made in a big blue glass dish— 

In the bottom were pebbles and a tiny green tree 
Just like the ones growing under the sea. 


Page Four 


Dandelion fed him bread crumbs and meat 
As she sat in the garden upon her small feet 
And sewed a seam with an endless long thread 
That she cut from the spool when the seam was ended. 


Page Five 


In the house next door there lived Small Flowerpot, 
But he went to work every day in the town. 

Though when he came home he climbed on the wall 
And—“Dandelion Down,” he would softly call. 


Page Six 


One day she came running out with a smile. 
“Come into the house and play for a while. 
Mother gave me some tea and a secret as well. 
Sit down—I’ll keep the secret till later to tell.’’ 


Page Seven 


She was dressed in a gown of purple and pink 
With a sash and a bow as black as black ink. 

In her hair were some buds from the crooked plum tree. 
In her hands was a gold lacquered tray to make tea. 


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Tea Party 























Two tea bowls, four chop-sticks, a mound of white rice, 
And a pile of rice cookies so brown, crisp and nice 
That Dandelion couldn’t believe they were real 
Until they were gone at the end of the meal! 


Page Nin 


Her hands were like sea-foam. She poured out the tea. 
“This one is for you and this one for me.” 

She always handed what he would next need— 

The sweets or some rice cake or the pickled sea-weed. 


Page Ten 


“Tomorrow I don’t have to work at all 
Helping Father sell fish in the stall,” 

Said Flowerpot, drinking the last drop of tea. 
“It’s festival time and I’m going to see.” 


Page Eleven 


Dandelion Down clapped her little hands—“Oh,” 
She said. “How I should love to go! 

Let’s ask Mother if I can go too. 

She wont mind if I stay close by you.” 


Page Twelve 


So early next morning riding to town 
Were Small Flowerpot and Dandelion Down. 
But instead of going in a train or street-car, 
They were pulled by a man in a jinrikisha! 


Page Thirteen 


Dandelion wanted to stop and get down 
And look at the shops when they came to the town. 
But Flowerpot said—“No! Not till bye and bye 
Or we shall be late to the Matsuri.” 


Page Fourteen 






Festival 







































‘Matsuri’ means ‘festival’ there. 

And flags and banners were floating in the air. 
At the end of the street was a tall red gate 
That looked like a house. They had to wait. 


Page Fifteen 


There were so many people before the big door, 
And from all the streets came more and more. 
But when they were finally inside 
It was like a park—shady and wide. 


Page Sixteen 


There were so many wonderful things to be seen 
That Dandelion didn’t know where to begin. 

There were men who made pictures from colored sand, 
And pigeons that ate right out of her hand. 


Page Seventeen 


They were very greedy and tried to eat 
The flowers from her hair. To give them a treat 
Flowerpot bought some corn and threw it around. 
Then, they watched a dancer far off the ground 


Page Eighteen 




Cherry Blossoms 
























On a tight rope walking with a parasol 
So far and high he looked like a doll, 
Swaying and stepping up in the sky. 
Flowerpot said he would like to try. 


Page Nineteen 


But that would not do for Dandelion Down, 

She was quite contented safe on the ground. 

“I’m hungry,” she said. “Let’s take our lunch box 
And explore the garden behind those big rocks.” 


Page Twenty 


Over a bridge like a little half-moon 
And on down a path they walked until noon. 
Then under a flowering cherry blossom tree 
They opened their lunch and began to make tea. 


Page Twenty-one 


They bought hot water from the tea-house man 
And took it back in a shiny, black can 
To their picnic place under the tree 
And unpacked the rest of their lunch merrily. 


Page Twenty-two 


How do you think you would like to eat 
Meat cooked in sugar and, for a treat, 

Funny candy that you had to pour 

Out of a bottle! And many things more— 


Page Twenty-thr 


Such as pickled potato! And, of course, rice 

And bamboo sprouts that they thought were quite nice. 

No bread, no butter, no knife, fork or spoon, 

For they ate with chop-sticks. It was all gone soon. 


Page Twenty-four 


“What shall we do now?” asked Dandelion Down, 
Carefully brushing the crumbs from her gown. 
“Let’s find a man with sweet cakes to sell, 

Then we will go find a little gazelle.” 


Page Twenty-f 


For all through the park were small spotted deer, 

Not shy and afraid as they are in parks here, 

But friendly and tame. They hurried to run 

When they saw the sweet cakes and they didn’t leave one. 


Page Twenty-six 



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They nibbled and sniffed with their soft velvet noses, 
And curled out their tongues, like little pink roses, 
For more. Then Flowerpot saw a fight 
Between two boys who each had a kite,— 


Page Twenty-seve 


Sailing on strings far up in the air,— 

One like a dragon and one like a bear. 

Both had long tails of yellow and blue. 

The boys tried to cut each other’s strings in two. 


Page Twenty-eight 


For on each string were pieces of glass. 
Each tried to make his own string pass 
Over the other and set the kite free 
So that it would fall and be lost in the sea. 


Page Twenty-nine 


Dandelion Down did not think that much fun. 


“If my kite-string was cut,” she said, “I would run 
As fast as the wind to where it would fall. 

But then—I wouldn’t play such a silly game at all.” 


Page Thirty 


The sun was just dipping into the sea 
When they both began to wish that they had some tea. 
“Let’s go back to my house,” said Dandelion Down. 
“We can come back some other day to the town.” 


Page Thirty-one 


A lantern was shining in front of the door. 

They ran up the path but before 

They were half way there the door opened wide. 

They kicked off their shoes and scampered inside. 


Page Thirty-two 


Dandelion’s mother was waiting in there. 

They bowed to each other with a great deal of care, 
For even the children don’t kiss their mothers 
But bow to them just like they do to the others. 


Page Thirty-three 


She gave them some food, then they sat on the floor 
And played with cards. Then they all bowed some more 
And Flowerpot ran back home to bed. 

He had never had such a good time, he said. 


Page Thirty -four 



Card Party 












































































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Dandelion Down untied her obi— 


That is her sash—and then sleepily 

She folded her kimono and unpinned her flowers, 

And dropped off to dream of the Matsuri for hours. 


Page Thirty-f 


Would you still like to live in such a strange way? 
But yet, you know, I have heard people say 
That Dandelion Down and Small Flowerpot 
Think our ways are strange and their ways are not. 


Page Thirty-six 




No. 1. Tea-party .Go-chiso 

No. 2. Festival.Matsuri 

No. 3. Cherry-blossoms . . . O-Hanami 
No. 4. Park.Ko-Yen 


No. 5. Card-party 


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